by Cherie Denis
Holy shit. Mike wrenched on the steering wheel and the car beside him honked loudly.
Lainie slid her finger out of his mouth and Mike clenched his fingers tightly almost pulling the wheel from the column.
His cock deflated from fear, but it didn't last long.
“Lainie Marie,” his voice low and dark. “You little witch. I promise I’ll take care of you the minute we get in the house and not one minute sooner. Certainly not here on the interstate. Now sit there and be a good girl. All this shit is going to cause us to have an accident, and honey, we're both too young to die.”
She folded her hands in her lap pretending to be innocent. “I can’t wait darling. Admit it, neither can you.”
Three long minutes later, Mike pulled the BMW into their driveway and stopped next to the kitchen walkway. He threw the gearshift into park. Somehow he'd managed to get them home without getting a ticket. “Get out, bitch,” he hissed, turning to her. “I’m so mad at you I could spank you. Don’t ever do something like that again. Next time we could get killed.”
Lainie unfastened her seat belt and turned to meet his gaze. “You don’t scare me, darling. I know what your problem is, and I plan to take care of it right away.”
With agonizing slowness, she opened her legs and gave him a view of her swollen labia and clit.
His jaw dropped. “Holy shit, Lainie Marie. Where are your panties?”
Lainie gave him a wicked grin and put both of her hands under her skirt. She lifted her bottom and pulled the skirt out of the way. Opening her legs she slowly parted her labia giving him a clear view of her moist, glistening channel.
“Ohhhh,” she murmured. Her buttocks lifted as she flicked her clit with a finger tip. “Ahhh…Mike.”
Speechless, he watched her tease her body. Her labia swelled and her clit grew and Mike leaned closer thinking to taste her delights.
Lainie reached behind her and the car door popped open. She slid out of the car, turned, bent her upper body back inside. "Do you like my tits? Aren't they pretty?"
"Where's your bra? When and where did you take off your underwear?"
She grabbed her purse off the floor. "Coming baby?"
She had to be a succubus. She was tormenting him to the edge of hell and yet every moment with her was heaven on earth.
Mike grinned. “You are downright evil, woman.” He rubbed his crotch. “You better run like hell, ‘cause when I catch you, you're gonna pay for being such a bad girl." He growled to prove his point. "Get your sexy ass in the house, or I'll do you right on the hood of the car. I'm sure the neighbors would love to watch."
Lainie turned and sped toward the back door. She wrenched her key in the lock and disappeared.
Moments behind his sumptuous wife, Mike found no sight of her when he walked though the kitchen. Where in the hell had she gotten to in such a hurry, the little tease?
“Lainie Marie, where are you?”
* * * *
“In here, darling,” Lainie answered, keeping her voice low and soft. She’d spent the whole day thinking about fucking Mike and hadn’t been able to decide where to start. At first she had contemplated the kitchen counter or the floor. Then she thought about the kitchen table or the dining room table, but neither seemed to suit her needs. She had almost settled on the stairs leading to their bedroom until she remembered the case of rug burn she’d suffered the last time they used the carpeted steps.
Eventually, she decided the overstuffed armchair in the family room would suffice for what she had in mind.
* * * *
Ripping off his tie, Mike tossed tie and suit coat down in the middle of the hallway. Tugging his shirt out of his slacks, he turned the corner into the family room and came to an abrupt halt. The sight of Lainie left him speechless. His cock pulsed to rock-hard proportions and he flinched. Goddamn slacks and underwear were strangling him.
Lainie was sitting in what she referred to as a chair and a half. Her shoes lay on their sides next to the chair. Her feet were firmly planted on the chair’s seat, her legs sprawled wide and inviting. With her skirt scrunched around her waist and her skin-tight knit top yanked down under her breasts she looked positively obscene, dangerous and totally wanton. Mike licked his lips and groaned.
Putting her hands to her head, running her fingers through her long, lustrous hair, Lainie lifted the mass and let it fall about her in a silken, dark shower. The movement of her arms raised her breasts to high, taut, tempting mounds. She dropped her arms and her breasts gently swayed. Deep-rose nipples winked at him, peaking and tightening in wait for his mouth to do them justice.
She really was going to kill him with sex. Oh, but if he had to die, let it be with her hot body wrapped around his cock. What a way to go.
Mike unlatched his belt and pulled it loose letting it slither to the floor in a coil at his feet. Eyes glued to the wanton scene in front of him, he kicked off his shoes, leaving them next to his belt. He stepped further into the room when Lainie wiggled a beckoning finger at him.
Still several feet from his sensuous wife, he made a move to unzip his slacks. Lainie moaned and touched her clit with her forefinger. Her miniature penis pulsed and darkened as it became engorged with blood and Mike gasped. His fingers scrambled at the tab to his zipper. Finally, it caught and the zipper made a harsh rasp in the quiet room.
He kicked his slacks to the side and clad in shirt, socks and shorts, he headed for his lascivious wife intent on fucking her until she begged for mercy.
Lainie held up a hand halting him in mid-step. “No,” she wiggled a forefinger, “take it all off, darling.”
While she fingered herself with one hand and caressed her nipples with the other, Mike hopped about from one foot to the other yanking off socks, knowing he probably looked like an absolute idiot and he couldn't have cared less. Fucking Lainie was well worth a few embarrassing moves on his part.
He yanked the edges of his shirt and buttons flew in every direction, one hitting her on the breast. She giggled and threw it back at Mike.
He ducked, the button missing him by inches. He put his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and gave her a questioning look.
She nodded and said, “Off. And, for godsake hurry. I’m about to explode.”
Mike’s mind was going a mile a minute. He wanted to suck her, taste her, touch her everywhere, fuck her until she screamed, but he knew they were both so close to the edge it wouldn’t all happen this go-round, it might take two or three more episodes of good old screwing before he’d accomplished all he had in mind for his tempting wife.
He knelt in front of Lainie and buried his face in her femininity, immediately latching his lips and tongue onto her swollen clit. He suckled while Lainie screamed and thrashed about like a fish out of water. Her first climax ripped through her body before Mike had time to touch her nipples or explore her G spot. He didn’t give her a moment’s peace to calm down, lapping her labia he had her thrashing and squealing wildly while her head wrenched about on the chair back.
God, she was so freakin’ responsive.
Rising above her, he buried fingers deep in her channel and pressed the hard knob of his cock against her opening. It was going to be tight, but he didn’t want to remove his fingers quite yet.
“No, Mike,” her breathless voice stopped his forward motion. “No wait, darling,” she purred. “We used the same position this morning. I want to do it different this time.”
Christ. Now she was issuing orders like a director of a porn flick. “Okay, honey,” he growled, face buried in her breasts. “How do you want it?” God, give me strength, he begged silently.
She slithered out from under him like a sinuous snake and Mike’s fingers made a funny squishing sound as they left her dripping cunt. “Like this, darling,” she whispered draping herself over the cushy arm of the huge chair.
Ohhhh. Well, all right! Mike’s manhood pulsed harder and higher with excitement as Lainie assumed a position which put her satiny
-smooth bottom high in the air. She opened her legs and he nearly lost control.
Cock bobbing with excitement, Mike stood behind her, gripped her waist in his large hands and slowly eased his massive shaft into her juicy cunt.
“Mike!!” Lainie cried. The sound of her voice muffled by the chair cushion seemed to come from far away.
“Uhhh?” Mike pressed harder and another inch of his erection slipped into her hot, wet channel.
“Mike,” Lainie whimpered. “The doorbell is ringing.”
“Shit!” Who had the nerve to lean on the doorbell at this time of day? Maybe they would give up and go away.
The bell continued to chime and Mike shuddered, loosing concentration. “Dammit.”
The doorbell ceased and Mike eased another inch into her tight cunt.
Boom, boom, boom!
Shit, damn! Whoever it was wasn’t going to give up, because now they were pounding on the front door.
Mike eased his cock out of his wiggling wife, grabbed his shirt off the floor, wrapping the flimsy silk garment around his waist as he stormed to the front door. He wrenched the door open and nearly got a fist in the chest.
“Oh, my god,” purred a breathless voice. “I’m so sorry Mr. Sneider.”
Mike didn’t need to look down to know where her eyes were focused, because she certainly wasn’t looking at his face. The silk shirt he’d grabbed as protection was little cover when you took into account the fact his cock was still wet with Lainie’s honey and the silk was sticking to him in several obvious places.
The best way to handle the situation was act nonchalant, so Mike did. “Yeah?”
The young woman finally met his eyes and the grin on her pretty face said it all. She liked what she'd seen.
Silently, Mike continued to stare at the pretty stranger and was rewarded by the slow suffusion of pink rising from the low neckline of her tank-top to her cheeks.
“Sorry,” the young woman mumbled.
Mike had a feeling she wasn’t sorry at all. He couldn’t blame her. After all, he was nearly naked and had a hard-on big enough to choke a horse. His cock wasn’t losing strength, but seemed to be growing larger as he got an eye-full of the young woman standing on the front porch.
Well, shit. He wasn’t dead yet and she was pretty.
“Yeah?” he said a second time.
“Oh,” she whispered struggling to keep her eyes above his chin. “Uh…”
“Mikey,” Lainie called. “Who’s at the door, darling?” She sounded a tiny bit frustrated. Join the fuckin’ crowd, he was pretty frustrated himself.
“Well?” Mike asked the visitor.
* * * *
“Oh, hey, Mrs. Sneider,” the woman answered. “It’s me, Tracey Canady, from next door.” She stood on tiptoes in order to see around the large, nearly naked man standing in the way and a gasp escaped her open lips. Heat crawled up Tracey’s spine. “Oh, my God.” Tracey tried not to react, but it was impossible not to when her neighbor was draped over a chair in the living room naked as the day she was born.
“What do you want, Tracey?” Lainie’s eyes met hers. “In case you haven’t noticed, honey, we’re very busy here at the moment.”
No kidding. Tracey’s cheeks burned with mortification. “I’m so sorry,” she managed to say, above the embarrassment. “I’m delivering the candy you ordered from my little sister, Wendy.”
“Oh, thanks, honey, just give it to Mike. He’ll have to pay you later I’m afraid, cause I need his able assistance right this moment.” Lainie raised her upper body off the chair arm and gave Tracey a startling view of naked breasts.
Tracey’s own nipples peaked taut and her breasts swelled in reaction to the sight of Lainie’s nude body.
“Oh, sure…whatever…” Tracey managed to mumble, feeling like an idiot. She pulled her eyes away from Lainie only to find she was face to chest with Mike’s lightly furred chest. God. There were naked people wherever she looked. Her eyes drifted downward of their own accord and she found she was staring at her handsome neighbors rampant cock.
It wasn’t her fault she was staring. Mike Sneider was just too fuckin’ sexy to ignore. He made the boys she’d been dating look like babies.
“Here, Mr. Sneider.” Tracey handed the plastic bag in her hand to Mike. “That’ll be $10.75. But, hey, no hurry. You know where we live.”
Tracey had to get away, because if she didn’t get off the porch now, she was going to grab her neighbor’s cock and take some of what he had to offer for herself. Screw Lainie Sneider. Tracey wanted the delicious Mr. Sneider all to herself.
She took a step backward and nearly fell off the porch.
So much for being graceful.
* * * *
Lainie bit the inside of her mouth to keep from grinning. She realized what Tracey was seeing could be a little intimidating. Lainie had been intimidated herself the first time she'd seen Mike nude. Mike took the crinkling bag out of Tracey’s slightly shaking fingers. Lainie had a fleeting thought about suggesting Mike bring the sexy, young woman in to join the fun. Lainie checked out Tracey's breasts. She was nicely endowed. Lainie's eyes cruised the rest of Tracey’s long, firm body. It wasn't bad. She had to be an athlete. She had a great pair of legs. Again, Lainie thought about asking Tracey to join them. No. Not today. She wanted Mike all to herself. Maybe another time.
Lainie wasn't surprised when Mike turned on the charm. "Thanks, honey, I’ll bring the money over later. Got to go.” Before Tracey could answer, he had the door shut. The shirt he’d been holding hit the floor. The bag of candy followed the shirt and Mike rushed across the room to take up where he’d left off minutes before.
Lainie watched him striding toward her, his flagpole waving in the breeze and wondered what it would feel like if it was her cock to use. She could only imagine how wonderful it would feel to slam her big hunk of man-meat into Tracey’s juicy body. Wow! Awesome. If only Mike’s amazing appendage was hers to use as she wished.
She bent and assumed the position she'd been in before they were so rudely interrupted. Tracey's appearance had gotten Lainie off track. She slipped her hand down over her satiny smooth belly, through the dark curls guarding her core and began fingering herself. It didn't take long for her to be ready for Mike's invasion.
“Hurry up, darling. I want to come and come and come,” Lainie demanded as she turned her head to get a better view of his dark, pulsing, glorious cock.
Closer and closer Mike moved on naked feet. Lainie sighed. God. He was so beautiful. His classic good looks and muscular body were nicer than any male model in a body building magazine. He had a build any man would envy and even though she wasn’t a man, Lainie found herself envying her husband’s body and wishing it was hers. She wanted a cock so much, balls, a six pack, broad shoulders and a tight butt.
Mike positioned himself behind her and stroked her bottom with loving gentleness. “You have the most perfect ass, Lainie,” he murmured, leaning over her prone body. His cock prodded its way into her honeyed moisture. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned in her ear as his shaft slipped slowly into her cunt.
Her internal muscles clamped down on his penis holding him tightly and giving him a cock massage he wouldn’t forget any time soon. He groaned louder, harsher, sounding more like a wounded elk than a happy husband.
His large hands clutched her waist, using her body as leverage to push harder and deeper into her. Lainie relaxed her insides and opened her stance and he slipped deeper than he’d ever gone before.
She moaned when Mike wrapped his arms around her upper body, under her breasts and pulled her to a near standing position as he strove to bury himself deeper in her heat.
“Oh, goddd, baby,” he crooned. “You are so fucking good.”
“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah,” she murmured urging him on. “Deeper, Mikey, deeper.” She growled and purred, arching against his sweat soaked body like a large cat. “More, baby…more,” she begged. “Come on, fuck me, Baby. Harder, darling. Harder.
Come on, come on,” she continued to whimper.
Mike put a finger on her clitoris and cupped her breast with his other hand, tweaking and stroking with both hands until she was purring so loud she sounded like a tiger on the prowl.
“More…more…more,” she screamed, arching tighter than a full drawn bow. “Oh Godddd…. Ahhhh…,” her wail filled the air.
The moment her climax began to roll through her, Mike picked up the pace until he was literally pounding into her body like a jackhammer. Higher, harder, his hips bucked in perfect rhythm, his heavy testes slapped her on the back of the legs.
Even in the throes of her climax Lainie was conscious of his cock as it swelled and pulsed. His swollen balls slammed into her thighs readying their own explosion. She knew from experience he was very near his own climax so she matched his pace move for move giving as good as she got and yet wanting more–always more.
Mike began to moan and the moan became a near howl. “God damn! I’m cumming.
Nowwww…”
His boiling seed spewed into her, filling her to overflowing until the hot cum rolled down her legs and still she continued to beg. “Give me your cock…give me…your…cock. Let me be you,” she cried.
Damn it. Even as she climaxed, Mike heard her begging to be him and knew there was nothing he could do to make her happy. No matter how many times he fucked her, no matter how many ways he gave it all to her, it still was never enough. His heart ached to know he could do nothing to satisfy his beautiful wife.
He wished he knew what it would take to make her happy. What did she want? Obviously, his cock.
But, what else did she want?
His balls too?
Chapter Five
Whoa, baby. Tracey nearly passed out when the silk shirt dropped as Mike Sneider shut the door in her face. His body was beautifully masculine, better than anything she could have thought up in her wildest dreams. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead and she swiped a trembling hand across her mouth. She turned and raced down the steps hoping no one would get in her way.
